Wednesday, December 8, 2021

looking at maps of my home between the tacony and pennypack creeks

west of the delaware 

                       where

roads cross these silty wet red clay woods

ugly slashed scars in the shape of a chalk outline of a giant lounge singer in a long cabaret dress

murdered onstage

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

behold

     won't it be funny though when the sun comes up without us 

       said

     won't it?

    when it comes?

   even plastic even plastic

   what a day

     won't it be something 

then

on planet jupit

  rest... angry - 

       if at all

i can't - having tried - so far

 save my           

            self so

                         help us

 out

                  o - o            

                    m                       ani                                     any 

                                                      yo! day! 

                       low. low yo. low yo day. 

                  low any day. help us up. us out. a dime spare a

         rest angry - if at  

                  all

     you many

             many                                                                             

                d-                                                                          

we should have saved

                      you so rise up

and do it

                                                you do it

 you

                                                                                          wake       a          wake  a  wake awak e o plea

                                                                you do it

           you 


                  won't 

                           you? 

                                                                  do it? won't you? wake? we'll have to

                     we'll have to do

                 we few we won't don't leave us to do it we few we won't don't leave us to do 

                                til the 

 day

 i

 

10000 banana trees

 how funny to skip a year-

not noticing it

as though when skipping one notices the sidewalk for the coming breeze

i suppose i was out living it 

but wasn't - this year of the viral waiting, and the oppressive gloom

the dread and the disappointment - ever pinning hope on...

                 ...something

but it's never over, a thing that never is- n ' t                                        '''' 'h'' 'hv' hvh'         'b

 'this terrible year is coming to a'                                                                    b' -

even with the marks we make, patterns obse                                                          b'.. something

rved                                                                                                                in the upper right

even then                                                                                                              to left

there's barely a tuesday. barely any it - a life, seems to have some limits there - but hard to see them, from,

ah. 

and so, voila, and it's later - that's always been my tune: "tomorrow and"

whatever's coming i hate it

now as often, i'm refusing sleep, as i would, a bad dose - "you'll 

have to hold me down" i say

but know, come time, they will

 

so 

that's been a theme                  (or a coda)?  a cod a  a c o d a aaaaaaocoadao

messages hidden in messages in plain sight for the reader who won't 

         like meshiach

come

and it's ok

i'll wait the same

but not 

forever

 

 

born into a smaller world - without much use for me

and it all scaled up

same ratio of use. now connected to the whole damn

not really of course

the little inlets of water

smells of breeze over  *just* that *rock* not so present

not so linked

except in the way of stepping back - funny that - how - 

in the dendrites all dancing - the things seen and the things not seen - both - held       in the net

onl y th e thing s not . conceived. . o O are

absent yet

 

 

 

 

so we wait

 the year end

 the reader - savior page in the book, with a bookmark savior place, s+h green               stamps

        or the new leader                                                                               e by the sea 

 new way                                                                                                              shore

               day                                                                                                   h               b

 it'll come when we all                                                                                        ells

       but it won't  ring in 

                                        anything 

            funny ha                 ha. 

still, the whole of it, gets on, somehow, with usu tuohtiw 

     from the beginning of time.

 from then. we've always been.                      WE.  because. don't let them tell you otherwise.

                                       or else what